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From the Department of Know Thy Enemy: Extremely triggering stuff about Pastor Jeff Owens who preaches that "we should stop burning flags and start burning fags."

Every time I see a casting notice for background players for a scene in a gay club that goes on and on about how actors must be comfortable with the scene and being perceived as gay in the role and must say so to be considered, I just want to weep. It's background work, and isn't it our job to pretend, and aren't we in New York City?

Votes on DADT repeal too close to call.

The two cadets receiving the highest honors in this year's graduating class at West Point are both women. (Scroll to the bottom, it's the last story).

Appearance-based discrimination. In the past, I've been told I'm not a team player for refusals to wear makeup in the workplace. These were jobs that involved sitting at a desk and writing and in no way required feminine performance. You know, except for the part where they did, because they people I worked with, whether they wanted to admit it or not, wanted something something pretty to look at. Every time I've been out of an office job and needed one, I have worried that I wouldn't be able to get one because I am not attractive enough in traditionally gendered ways, and am not capable of being such on a day in and day out basis - the disconnect, it shows. And the thing is, I'm pretty much way above average in looks, and yet, this type of shit terrifies me, and I don't think that's just because I'm neurotic. Telling, isn't it?

Harlem churches fight for survival.

In the wake of Diana Gabaldon's need to say something about fanfiction in the least informed or appropriate way possible, lots of other people have been weighing in on the subject of fanfiction, and I find most of the discussion annoys me: not just the fear, self-importance and people who aren't lawyers playing lawyer; but also, conversely, lots of people who support it or are neutral on it or squicked by it but get that it's an unavoidable part of cultural discourse going on in its defense. Like a lot of things that are up for discussion, I find myself less irritated by the content of the discussion than that the discussion is even happening. Not that it shouldn't be. It's just -- does anyone think this is a manner of discourse that is ever going to go away? Because it's always been here. If we say it's bad, will people stop dialoguing with narratives and artifices this way? Not gonna happen folks.

Does anyone have budget hotel recs in London? I could stay where Patty and I stayed, but it's, despite being a budget hotel, running at over 80 quid a night for when I'm there, and that's ABSURD (although, I may stay there anyway, as I loved the location). Zone 1 or Zone 2, clean, safe, no shared bathrooms.

Similarly, anyone have hotel recs for Bristol? I've a list of places from the Uni, but it's not helping me make decisions at all.

Last night on Buffy and Angel:

The Willow magic addiction plotline continues to blow and is stupid. The idea of the problem with magic being that it's bad or the easy way out, contradicts the rest of the show's mythology. The problem isn't magic; it's Willow.

Meanwhile, invisible Buffy for the win. Also, poor James Marsters. That's what we call a bad actor day.

And on Angel we have an episode that exists merely to get the cast into nice clothes. It's overwraught, and ridiculous and at times sort of moving. The facial expressions of the tragic ballerina as she danced were great. And every single moment of Wesley's life from here on out is going to be a misery, isn't it? I can't tell you how glad I'm watching this show now as opposed to at other points in my life.

So the dude with the watch and the nest of vampires and all that shit? It's like there was a storyline there and no one told us what the fuck it was. Dead boyfriend? Something that gets explained later? Really confusing and upsetting, actually, because of my suspicions of what it was and the total execution fail.

Comments

[mamadar.livejournal.com]

I bet none of those features apply to your co-workers, either.

[nicoli-dominn.livejournal.com]

If I hadn't been boiling with rage at the time, I might have even had a good comeback. I probably would have turned the tables on them and started talking about some random male actor, just to see if they got it.

"You just have to love Brad Pitt. He's so buff and his muscles are so well defined. He has, like, the perfect five o' clock shadow with none of that splotchy stubble some guys have when they can't grow a decent beard. He's the perfect man. Too bad he'd never look twice at me." [/sarcasm]

[mamadar.livejournal.com]

... I think I'm lucky to work in a library. Assholish men standing around talking about female hotties are not thick on the ground here. Though a few of my male co-workers might concur with you about Brad Pitt.... *g*

[nicoli-dominn.livejournal.com]

Problem is, I actually can't stand Brad Pitt. UGH. But I get you.

Damn, I wish I worked in a library...that would be heaven.

[mamadar.livejournal.com]

My current lust object is actually Colin Morgan of Merlin... when I can force myself to forget HE'S MY STEPDAUGHTER'S AGE. *g* But I wouldn't turn down Anthony Stewart Head, either.

[nicoli-dominn.livejournal.com]

I really have to start watching that show - you're talking about the Australian series, right? I've had an obsession with Arthurian legends for quite a few years now. Not the facts, just the fanfiction. It's pretty much all fanfiction at this point.

Anthony Stewart Head is pretty delicious. Is it weird that I found him most attractive in his role as the Repo Man? There's something about him playing tortured angry characters that I think is very romantic. It suits him well.